Sara Stark Novels & Stories

Tears ran down her face, but she didn’t move while Mother Elara applied poultices and muttered words in a language that sounded old and sharp. Slowly, the black poison stopped spreading. The glow from the mark faded. But the symbol remained, burned into flesh like a brand. “It’s stable,” Mother Elara said. “But it’ll never fully heal. The mark is permanent.” “I know.” The woman’s voice was hollow. “That’s the point. So everyone knows I belonged to them.” “Who are you?” Alina asked. “My name is Sara. I was a follower of the first Revenant. Believed everything they said. Gave them two years of my life.” She looked at her marked arm. “Then I saw what they really were. What they wanted. I tried

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

Listening to her. Sara was planning to become the bully she had always been. I could feel it. And seeing her made me angry. Ever since I was told that her father killed my father, I couldn't look at her the same way. She was no longer just a mean girl. She was the daughter of a murderer. There was still silence at our table when Sara suddenly stood up. She banged her fist on the table. The sound echoed through the cafeteria. Everyone turned to look at her. "Hi everyone, I have a special announcement to make." She smiled. "You know me as Sara Moon."

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

"She was supposedly orphaned at age five, but there are no records of her parents' deaths. No obituaries, no accident reports, nothing." Damian raised an eyebrow. "That is odd. What do you think happened?" "I think someone gave her a new identity. I think Lily Parker isn't who she says she is." I paused for effect. "And I think Tony Stark knows exactly who she really is." "That's a serious accusation, Sarah. If you're wrong.." "I'm not wrong," I interrupted. "I've seen the way he looks at her. It's not just attraction or even love. It's guilt. Like he's trying to make up for something."

Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair. But I have to admit, she is hardly as stunning as Lexia. "I don't know...Six days maybe?" I can't remember, because every moment has me on edge. I have never felt this much pain in my life, not knowing where she was. It brought me back to the day she first declined my offer. Or maybe, the day I found out she was fucking her assistant. I've never wanted someone dead so much in my life. "Four days, actually."

No matter who it was—Kelvin or Gilbert—Sara's ultimate goal was to stir up trouble for them. When she could not find a weak spot in Kisa's relationship with Gilbert, she targeted Kelvin and Gracie. Gracie, with her pure heart and strong sense of justice, was an easy target for Sara.

“Miss Stark. Twenty-four years old. The young lady who was kicked out of the Stark Family and married Sean Chase, the director of Chase Group in Bradfort City, two years ago. Just over a month ago, you got a divorce and started dating Tony right away. You managed to get Hart Group’s trusted designer from Chase Group for the Sunny Bay Project. The Elsinore Garden Project and the Blue Harbor Project were also fully funded by Hart Group. An undergraduate student who graduated from Bradfort University—never studied abroad nor has any special talent.” After Myra’s polite greeting, Gemma began to scorn and mock her. When she was done, she looked at Myra with a disdainful gaze. “Miss Stark, was any

“Nothing, I just wanted to share with you the file your cousin brought to me, as my Luna and because it is about you then I thought you should know.” “Now, I know.” She looked at me as if she was challenging me, she is angry I can tell. “Do what you please my Luna, she came to provoke you in your home, no one will blame you for retaliating.” I said then went to stand by the window. It is time she put this cousin of hers in her place. How dare she defame her like that. Even getting fake documents about her being a prostitute, when could she have done that? Sara grew up in the Silver Moon Pack, she had everything she could ever want and need. She would have never sold her body to anyone. This

apologizing to her. Sara unties her robe and opens the fabric up, revealing herself. "It's okay, I enjoyed them. Plus, I'm single now, so I need all the toys I can get." Sara's breasts are exposed and are parted naturally. Her petite upper frame revealing a respectable B cup breast. Her thick thighs are hiding her most intimate parts, but she looks amazing. "How did you know it was me?" I ask.